Owning Her Innocence (Innocence 1)

Lowering my gaze, I can see he is hard. I haven’t gotten to play with his body much yet. I don’t have the first clue what to do, but I know I want to show him I need him just as much as he needs me. Reaching for the sheet, I slowly pull it from his body. I run my hands down his firm stomach, loving the feel of his soft hair on my palms. Tentatively, I grab hold of his cock and glide my hand up and down.

“Haley.” He says my name in a shaky, rough voice that has me raising my eyes to meet his. He is so hard, but he seems to like what I’m doing. I give him a few more strokes and I’m rewarded with a soft moan.

“You’re going to have to squeeze that little hand tighter around my cock if you want to work Daddy’s cum out.”

“Show me,” I whisper. While my words may sound sure, I am anything but. I have to show him this is what I want. What I need. I have no doubts about what I want. I’m just inexperienced in how to physically show him. We both have these cravings, and I’m ready to give in to them. His need to own me and take care of me matches my need to be cared for and worshiped by him.

Reaching for my hand, he wraps his around mine and squeezes hard. It makes my previous strokes seem so much more fragile and shy compared to his. His are strong and sure, while mine were soft and tentative.

As I continue to squeeze and stroke, his breathing speeds up. He starts to moan louder. His back arches off the bed, and I know he likes it. All I can hear are his moans. Letting go of me, allowing me to pump him on my own, he moves his hand to my breast. I’m still naked from the night before and completely open to him. He starts to play with my nipple, giving it a nice little tug that shoots straight to my clit. I am so turned on by his reaction to me. I love having the power to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

“That’s it, work Daddy’s cock,” he encourages.

Quickening my movements, I see a drop leak from the top of his cock. Like yesterday, the draw to lick it is there. What would he think if I took a quick lick? I loved when he did it to me. Would it give him the same pleasure? Leaning forward, I take one swift lick of his moist tip, bringing the saltiness into my mouth.

“Go on,” he says. “Go on.”

I open my mouth, taking him further, circling my tongue around the top, over and over.

“Take it all the way in,” he grunts. “I want to feel those lips stretch down my cock.”

I sink further down, taking him until I feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell! You don’t have a gag reflex? Fuck. I knew you were perfect. Too fucking perfect.”

His words only encourage me, making me suck harder and faster. The harder I suck, the louder he seems to moan, making my own need rise. I can feel the wetness dripping between my legs and sliding down my thighs.

“Are you ready for the cum you worked so hard for? You’re going to drink every last drop of it. Don’t let even one drop slip from those lips. Do you hear me? I’ll spank that little pussy of yours if you do.”

The thought of Daddy spanking my pussy makes me moan around his cock. Shaking my head so he knows I understand his command, I continue to suck as hard as I can. Daddy quickly grips my head, holding it in place. “Fuuuuuuck,” he roars. I feel hot liquid hit my tongue, and I swallow it down as fast as I can to please him. As the last of his release gushes out, I lick him clean. I look up at him and I can’t help the heat that rushes to my face. Pushing past it, I start to climb up his body. I slide so I’m straddling his thigh.

“You know you just sealed your fate, little one, right? No way am I letting you go after that. I’ll be waking up to you wrapped around my cock every fucking morning.”

A small giggle escapes me. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere. I’m exactly where I want to be…Daddy.”

Lifting his head, he catches my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth with long, slow strokes. I’m still so needy I can’t help but rub myself on his thigh.

“Does someone’s kitty need attention?” he asks.

Rubbing myself up and down his thigh, I bite my lip, giving him the saddest face I can. “Please, I need you so bad. It’s starting to hurt,” I pout.

“Sit up for a moment; I want to make sure I get your sweet cream all over my thigh.”

Rising, I sit back and he puts his hand between my legs, softly stroking my clit, causing me to almost fall forward.

“Hold still so I can take care of you,” he demands in a firmer voice than he used moments ago.

This time he pulls my kitty lips apart. “Now sit. I want to feel that little clit right on my thigh.”

I lower myself back down so my swollen center is flush against his thigh, with my clit feeling every part of it.

“Now you’re going to ride me while I watch those beautiful, lush breasts of yours bounce.” Feeling a little self-conscious, I slowly start to rock back and forth. Reaching up, Daddy plucks at my nipples, and I moan out loud.

“That’s it. Ride me. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to see you riding me with my cock deep inside your tight pussy. I’ll be lucky if I last one fucking minute,” he grunts.

Moving faster, I feel my release coming. “So close. So, so close, Daddy.” He rises, wrapping one arm around me and the other hand goes into my hair, pulling my mouth to his. That’s all it takes as I scream into his mouth, riding out my pleasure.